Dickinson is no stranger to the topic of death. In fact, it's pretty safe to say she's got a corner on the market. An unsettling amount of her poems are either about dying, death, or what happens after death. What's stranger than her fixation on the subject is her more-or-less cool, calm, and collected attitude toward it. Sure, the poems are creepy, but the speakers in her poems are rarely spooked by the bleak scene. They seem pretty comfy on the dark side of things.